Deadly Bodyguard

Who am I, really?

Cao Mang stared blankly at the corpse in the bathtub. This was his first mission as an assassin. He hadn’t even known who the target was; the only order had been to enter the villa and drown its occupant. But now, his mind was filled with the memories of the dead man, two competing streams of identity vying for control of his body.

There was no time to dwell on it—he had to escape. He slipped away, climbing into a small delivery van, where a blinding headache seized him.

One set of memories was simple—his own. Raised from childhood to be a weapon, he’d only just been taken from the training camp a few days ago, assigned a place to stay, and today carried out his first kill. Apart from combat and assassination techniques, he was as blank as a sheet of paper, indoctrinated from birth to obey without question.

The other memories were far more complicated—the life of the man he’d just killed.

The dead man was Duan Xingyu, the charming young heir of the Duan family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He’d received a noble’s education from an early age, excelling in both character and academics, fluent in several languages and skilled in many arts. He had countless lovers. Yet recently, his family had been struck by disaster—his parents murdered in an attack. To maintain his standing, he’d been forced to marry Qiu Yurou, daughter of the group’s second-in-command.

But that marriage turned into a nightmare. On their wedding night, his wife’s lover beat him within an inch of his life, the adulterous couple fleeing together